Geno Cattouse

Geno Cattouse May 2013

I'm back at the grind feeling mad as a hatter.
Still floating on. A poetry carpet.

No friction or pressure or fear I will fall.
Swooping and turning my belt is unbuckled.

Standing with toes hanging off.
Hands out for balance.
What the hell rhymes with balance.

Oh. Ladies and gentlemen if you look to your right
Niagra falls is a vision at night.

There goes a guy on your left on a rug.
Pass me a ***** driver so I can debug.

We will be landing in fifteen minutes.
In. Front of the sphynx.

After that captain sully sullivan is going to take the wheel.
The carpet guy is going down on a wing and A prayer.

Then back to his house for a much needed nap.
Good night and sweet dreams.

Geno Cattouse May 2013

synched up

Can you feel it when you synch up.

The words just come easy and things just make sense

Flow. Yeah it could be flow. Write this stuff for awhile and you may might just know.

Glide. Yeah a word coaster ride. Man just. Go up slow. And the whoop di doo comes rushing up at you almost like a high.

Stride. Sometimes I can do a forty or a 400 sprint. Then I just drop in to the runners high. Can't stop won't. Stop. Won't even try.

Mojo. Maybe.
Duende.
Spiritual.

Gotta pull back and stop now. Or it's going to be shuffle and glide
Till I drop now.

Man is it me or am I really flying.
You the reader look up and see if you see me.
Passing slow overhead turning and burning.
Out of body.

Geno Cattouse May 2013

Module 51

Sounds techy.
Lock down.

Lock up.
Confined.
Calaboso.

Three hots and a cot..23 in
1 out.
Hilton or Ritz.

Just thinking bout
Going there straight gives me
The *****.

Never been there.
Got no plans to go.
This four square life.
Is good practice though.

Geno Cattouse May 2013

Troll Patroll

Central park Nevuary. 3rd.
There's a noise like I never heard.
Humming and grunting.
Guess Ill go hunting.
trolling they call it.

Candy.apples are bait they tell me .
Lucky I'm stocked up with the caramel kind..
Why? Don't have a clue.

Creeping on my belly to the clearing ahead.
Therel"s a huge checkered table cloth . Checkered I said
Sir. Are there more white squares or more red type squares sir.

Trolls sit cross legged in front of a candy apple pile.
Stuffing their faces a minute a mile.
Trolls are a fiction or that is the tale.
These trolls wash down apples with hot ginger ale

I wish I would stop dreaming this dream.every time
I eat mango ice cream.

Geno Cattouse May 2013

Mango Tree

Granny.took a switch to me.

But I insisted on raiding the big mango tree.

The big rainbow ones hung kinda low.

The sweet yelllow ones were close to the limb.
They would sometimes come down In a huge carribean gust.
And splatter.

The young unripe green ones. Were my favorite. Treat.
With crushed habaneros mixed in with some salt.

Or mango. Sweet mango ice cream.
Oh. Yeah let me dream.

Read ME AND AGUSTIN.

Geno Cattouse May 2013

Taffy

Taffy took a turn for the worse.

             He tried pretzel logic.

                         Until he did burst.

Geno Cattouse May 2013

Wondering Rock ( pulled from.words)

The desert rolls up in towering sand. The spirit enters and towers.
No flowers grow there. He will stand and stare for a millon years.
Then the wind massages.
Down he comes.

To wander and stand .
Another spirit man to tower with the sky.
Some giant shelter to the passerby

Wandering rock.
First sand then stone.
All alone.

Sees and knows.
Reports his travails to the restless wind.
Bleached bones/silent vilages
Alone.
More spirits sent forward
And to return. Wondering rocks
No shelter or home.